But right will conquer, dearest, and the goodness that has never been weighed in the balances, nor tried in the fire, how do you know it is goodness at all? It may only be namby-pamby—wishy-washy—goody-goody, who knows? We are all in God’s hand, sister, and the bad is the stuff sent, on which to try our steel.
Yours ever,
Aspasia.
LETTER NO. 2.
July 3, 1891.
To Pygmalion Woodbur, Esq., Attorney-at-Law.
Sir:—I have received your letter warning me that if I use your name in a certain book of local history (said book entitled The Man) that you will cause my arrest for malicious libel, and also sue me for damages. To this I can only say that the book is now in the hands of the electrotypers, and I am not inclined to change a line in it, on your suggestion, even if I could. Please believe me, when I say, that I bear you no ill-will and have no desire to injure you or place you in a wrong light before the public, what I have written being but truth penned without exaggeration or coloring. I make no apology or excuse. What I have written I have written.
Yours, etc.,
Aspasia Hobbs.